Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

Bill ignored them as he grabbed a safety razor. Opening it with trembling hands and dropping the blade on the floor, he cursed. Tears of shame and guilt streamed down his cheeks. Bill kept thinking it was the man, not Paula, who had caused the erection and climax.

Something Alice had told him drove Bill to the floor coldly reaching for the razor blade with suddenly controlled hands.

Motherfuckers are queer!

The words rang in his ears, screaming. Bill's mind rebelled in honor at the thought as the razor's edge touched the soft flesh of his left wrist. One slash there, another on the right one would do its work.

Then Bill's eyes dropped to the soft, limp shape of his cock, dangling perversely between hairy thighs.

My cock's to blame! he thought, chuckling.

More than anything in the world, Bill suddenly hated his symbol of manhood that mockingly hung like a limp, meaty tube.

"You, too!" Bill hissed, looking at his cock, while holding the razor on his wrist. "You damn prick, most of all!"

Then the blade slashed into soft flesh. He felt no sensation of pain. Blood started dripping on the floor as he cut across the other wrist.

"You're next!" Bill glared in furious hate at his cock. "You're next!"

Alice felt the hard cock thrust in her mouth, unable to believe it was happening for a second time.

Frank's strong hold on her hair was so brutally painful that she tried to scream, but couldn't.

His words meant nothing. All Alice was aware of centered on Frank's cock.

Like with Bill, years before, Alice was being forced into an act of eating a man's prick.

The pleasure Frank brought had almost washed away the events, which had brought her here.

Upon running from the party, Alice had been close to killing herself. The light in Frank's window caught her attention and she began to think rationally. If another man had raped her, Frank certainly had the right to fuck her, too.

Still in a state of shock and mentally drugged by Connie and Dee, Alice found it easy to play out the seductive scene.

When Frank had started sucking and tonguing her nipples and when his hard slipped between her thighs, Alice thrilled with real, honest joy.

The thrusting pleasure produced by his large cock entering and re-entering her, almost violently, had been so wonderful that Alice knew she could live with what had happened in Connie's pad as long as Frank was there to share her life.

Now she felt the big, arching shape of his cock, locked into her mouth.

Alice went mentally cold, shivering in sick horror. The only thing that made it possible to survive these first moments was the reality that Frank knew nothing about Bill and herself.

Her shock began to fade. Alice remembered how she'd acted minutes before; how she'd implied having had other cocks.

God, Alice thought, and no wonder he's furious.

Alice wanted to somehow make it up to Frank. Surely it wouldn't be fatal if he came in her mouth. It was the least she owed him.

Slowly Alice relaxed and finally let her lips settle sensually about the hard cock embedded deep between them. Having read enough erotic books, she knew what to expect. Though lack of experience made it necessary to combine theory with imagination, she was convinced that blend had to please Frank.

Alice concentrated on Frank's thick, meaty cock compressed between her lips.

It was a strange sensation. Memory of her brother's cock in the same place created a muscular constricting, a gagging sensation. Alice tried to ignore the image. This was Frank's cock – it belonged to the man she was supposed to love.

The prick was big, thick, the meaty head touching the roof of her mouth. It was alive with pulsing blood.

Experimentally, she wrapped her tongue around the bottom of his prick. The fleshy foreskin moved slightly.

A slight ripple ran through Frank's cock and Alice experienced an odd sense of erotic pleasure.

This was so different from the dildo Connie had let her orally play with. The thought sent guilt knifing into Alice.

Frank was now caressing the back of her head, almost tenderly, as Alice continued rolling her tongue slowly on the long, fleshy hard cock.

She attempted to glide back along the thick warm prick. Frank relaxed and a soft moan of pleasure encouraged her caress.

Remembering all the things she'd read about sex, Alice tongued the end of his shaft, then when only the crown was held, she licked it sensuously. Feeling the tiny tuck in the end, Alice experienced both panic and tingling excitement, freezing – afraid he would come.

"…what's wrong! Come on!" Frank murmured, his hands tensing on her head.

She was lost in anguished doubt. Both fear of his spurting cum and the strange sensation of having his cock so intimately embraced in her mouth created wave upon wave of conflicting emotional responses to what was happening.

Alice fought the memory of all past events and tried desperately to concentrate on Frank.

You cheated him in so many ways, Alice argued silently. I've gotta make it up!

Her tongue automatically tickled Frank's warm cock as she fought a mental battle.

Gently, Alice nibbled on the hard. It jerked, highly responsive to the stimulation.

Her lips compressed and sucked gently, then more forcefully, on that meaty shaft.

Thinking about all Frank had meant to her, Alice dragged more of his flesh in, her tongue sliding back and forth.

Another muscular spasm warned Alice that he was very near orgasm.

Panic ripped through her like the sharp edge of a knife. Desperate, Alice sucked furiously on his cock, determined to finish what had been started, regardless of the price. She could face that later.

Frank moaned in uncontrolled pleasure as she worshiped his cock.

"Alice, oh, Alice," he sighed, caressing her head. "You're so beautiful, so wonderful!"

The words were like caresses, love-kisses of the most intimate and sensual type. She experienced a wave of inner pleasure, near ecstasy, in the realization that sucking his cock thrilled him so much. All the emotions of love, tenderness, physical passion, blanketed Alice. Nothing existed other than the hot, pulsing shaft encased in her oral embrace.

Her tongue jerked passionately under the cock's foreskin, pressing up tightly. Almost in a state of rapture, she started sucking the thick, meaty flesh, so beautifully alive and delicious-tasting.

Suddenly, Frank began pulling out. Alice was startled by the quick gasp of panic that sucked her lips violently about his cock, attempting to drag it back into place.

She'd been totally blinded by the unexpected sensual joy holding him, and thrust his throbbing prick against the back of her mouth.

The past had disappeared. Only sensations, both physical and emotional, possessed Alice.

Words formed in her mouth, but were left unspoken. Then she sobbed with ecstatic joy as Frank's shaft slid deep, glided halfway out, then in again.

Alice realized what he'd wanted – not escape, but penetration and withdrawal. The stimulation of her lips and tongue was amazingly erotic as the thrusts became more rapid. His cock was literally fucking her mouth. The vision sent a spasm of pleasure through every muscle.

Frank's grunts and moans mixed with the mental sighs of rapturous joy at each wonderful movement his cock made. Her lips folded even tighter on his bulging prick.

It seemed as if the meaty, hot prick was almost bursting. A hoarse-grunting male gasp sounded. Frank's hands clawed her head. Suddenly his cock thrust deep, almost choking the back of her throat.

Then spasms, muscular contractions and jerks ran through the cock and she felt the first spurting flood of cum.

Something happened then that Alice had not expected. Her mind clouded, her thoughts faded and all nerves and senses centered on the cock in her mouth. Its juices shot out in a series of convulsive explosions. Hardly aware that the taste of his jizz was totally different from what she'd expected, Alice let her tongue jerk wildly against the wet tip of the fountaining cock, licking up the delicious jism.